"There is no end to learning, the key to cultivation is oneself, other such as divine weapons, elixirs, etc., are all external forces and assistance, which can only play an auxiliary role, otherwise the accumulation of time will not only limit cultivation, but also form irreversible habits and extreme dependence, and it will be too late to regret it!" the woman said softly.

Ah Lang and Qi'er listened carefully to every word the woman said, and did not dare to slack off.

Today's people who talk about the same kind of people have different opinions, and they all cite them. The art of ninety-one, don't talk about evil. It has a precedent and has a similar impact. Or there can be heard, but there are tangible slag things, and the red lead in the world has the same name as colleagues. Take it as the way, I am afraid or not. As for the theory of detachment and communication, the theory of the two tricks of the field, the theory of switching and casting the sword, the theory of going up and down, or the reverse of the scriptures and being a peach, or containing dates and drinking nectar, or crushing magnetic iron and making wine syrup, or taking male and female silver liquid and qu tiller, or matching autumn stone and calling human yuan. If so, it is all kinds of inconsistencies, all of them are evil teachers who learn from the blue, lead the blind with blindness, and have no success so far, so that they lose their morality and misfortune, and they are ridiculed by the world, and they are very pitiful! If you try to figure out the hook and ask for it in many ways, the farther you go! The so-called ups and downs of the baht, where is the present thing? In order to hear it, it is really like a smell of fragrance, and it cannot be hidden with the same device. The husband is ignorant, and he knows nothing. So that there are people in the world who know the word, then I am not alone.

The melons and fruits of the husband's things, and the wine of food, etc., all those who break their bodies and start their power will become bad and cannot last long. The person who broke the body is also the same. The sage knew this, so he asked his so-called innate true B to make up for it. Now the congenital is just a broken body, the key is solid, and the clusters are combined, in order to seek the life of true B, and think that it is the way of longevity and long-term vision. If I don't know that the true body is broken, then all the essence, qi and spirit in my body will change day by day and turn into the day after tomorrow. Isn't it difficult to ask for the sake of not being bad? This reason is very clear, and it is easy for people to understand. Take all the bodies closely, take all things far away, and those who are rare and metaphorical. The way of returning the Dan is contained in the Dan Sutra, and scholars can not read it well and taste it in detail, only with a word and a half, the mouth enters the ear, and claims to be true and true, as for lifelong obsession, only cultivating a thing and not understanding, but it is sad and even sad! The form is complete, and the life is extended by art. Today, the Taoist Bibi, where is the technique?

Today's good Taoists, all of whom are extended to monks, smelt furnace fires, and light them in order to take them, which is called Waidan. I don't know that these things come from delusion. If you have a delusional heart, you will invite a delusional couple. With the ingenuity of the hypocrite, the gap between the throws, with the horse is a cow, the opposite side is a thief, Zeng Mo Zhiwu. Even if you want to lift it, it is not easy to count. Yu Shou did not get the teacher's will, and he was confused by this generation. The spirit of the heavens will not be defeated, so this is written to leave it to future generations. Whatever the fire is about, it is not nothing, but it is the seal of the golden pill. There is really a basis for the fire in the hearth. In the insight of yin and yang, deep creation, and then the magic can be seen. Cover the furnace and refine the gas than the self. Cooperate together, take a machine, warm and reborn, all the same. It is important to know its ups and downs, and to know its old and tender, then Dan Dao is a few things. Today's people who talk about the fire do not know what lead and mercury are, where the baht is, and where the real soil returns. Or take the lead and turn it into water gold, or take the sand soul and turn it into yellow sulfur, or remove the sand shell and turn it into the sky, or take the sky and hold the sand and mercury; or mine tin and extract ore, claiming to be the real lead, the real mercury and the real soil, which is rarely known in the world, and there are thousands of threads, and there is no such method. Teachers use their wisdom, each with its own treasures, hidden and cleverly sold, and the world does not know. If you listen to it by mistake, it will be a disaster of exhaustion, which is unspeakable. And the way of the husband Jindan, the treasure of heaven. Seeking external protection, both law and wealth, can also be carried out. What can we say about selling people to thank them for their gifts? Believing in others without knowing their deception, and using their techniques without investigating their reasoning, is not foolish? Wrong in the front, and repetition in the back, not foolish? What is the so-called exhaustion of property, and the wife is hungry and poor. So far, if you don't have a harmonious encounter, you can be successful, and those who are unfortunate and in the fairy Weng are nine out of ten. The way of the Wai Dan is in the people, the success is in the sky, the knowledge is in the wisdom, the condensation is in the blessing, the trick is in the teacher, the knowledge is in the eyes, and there are those who cannot be ignored and borrowed from others. Gou can cultivate virtue, dense concentricity, virtue moves heaven and earth, sincerely feels ghosts and gods, and keeps it safe from the time of the furnace. Otherwise, although the academics are upright, although the heart and eyes are clear,

If you try the magic test, Yu Gai has tried it himself, but now he does not dare to hide himself. I am afraid that people do not know, and I act rashly, so far I have no success, and I will slack off. If you are not a negative person, you don't know why. If you can know it and don't do it, you can do it without it, and you can use it without being selfish, then you can do better!

The way of cultivation is the preciousness of knowledge, and the preciousness of cultivation is early. The world doesn't know that the attachment to the one hundred and twenty can be returned, when it is a year of strength and wealth, indulge in love, hang the dust, not that is, liberation, day and night, death is exhausted. When the sun was twilight, he began to take the road, thinking that it was a plan to return to the exam. I don't know if the time is not waiting, the number of hexagrams is full, the medicinal materials are scarce, and there is no foundation for inheritance, even if the teacher knows the medicine, and the karma of the season has suddenly passed, the head has not been achieved, but the sigh of nothingness is just a pity! Time is in the stone fire, and the life experience is in the bubble, the meaning of vigilance is also deep and tangible. In the eternal world, the people were simple and simple, and the marriage was very late. For example, the fertile land is not lacking, and it is still obtained by late planting. Today, it is barren and barren, and the arboriculture is late, so the seedlings are not showy, and the show is not real, which is no wonder. And the ancient and modern people are not related, and the atmosphere is also the same. And the people of the present, and the world of the ancients?

Ah Lang and Qi'er sat cross-legged on the bottom of the lake, listening intently, and they knew that every word this woman said was simply shocking, extremely precious, and there might never be such a God-given opportunity in the future.

"Do you two know the meaning of the phrase {Heaven and earth are unkind and all things are dogs} and {saints are unkind and people are dogs]?" the woman asked suddenly.

Ah Lang and Qi'er glanced at each other, Ah Lang immediately nodded, bowed to the palace in the distance, and said slowly: "Senior, the kid thinks that frustration and resolution of his disputes are said to be unkind to heaven and earth; Heaven and earth are loveless, hateless, desireless, and desireless, and it is not because heaven and earth love them, nor because they are depressed, nor because they hate them. Life is like a dog, and when the sacrifice is over, the mission of the dog is over. And everyone has their own mission and plays a different role in society. Things have their own laws, just like the withering and prosperity of all things, the operation of heaven and earth, no one can destroy them, and in the end, we still have to choose the attitude of "inaction" without intervening. The so-called Heavenly Way is ruthless, and many monks have misunderstood. As long as you can wake up and repent and correct the direction in time, you will also be able to embark on the road to heaven! I am afraid that you will only be afraid that you will take the wrong road, and you will blindly bury your head in moving forward, not knowing how to think, not knowing how to wake up, and after hitting a wall, it will be too late to regret! Complaining about the heavens and not knowing how to find mistakes from oneself is the greatest misfortune!

"Male doll, what you said is very good. Do you know the distinction between species and species in this vast sea of stars?" the woman said softly.

Ah Lang hurriedly saluted again, and said slowly: "I heard that there are many planes and spaces in the universe and stars, and different species exist and live. The people of the Haoyan Continent cannot escape the laws of nature when the sun rises and rests at sunset, and they cannot escape the laws of nature in birth, old age, sickness and death, and they belong to the first-class species! The monks continue to cultivate, in order to improve their own cultivation, they can turn over rivers and seas, move mountains into the ground, and live much longer than the people of the world, but they are still under the control of the Heavenly Dao, and their longevity ranges from 10,000 to tens of thousands of years, and they belong to the second-class species! If they can get rid of the Taiyin Star, the Greedy Wolf Star, the Giant Gate Star, the Broken Army Star, etc., there are also those who have a longevity of millions of years and even tens of millions of years, and they belong to the third-level species! If you can shatter the stars, run through the sun and the moon, and there is no catastrophe that destroys the plane or the universe, Shouyuan can reach 100 million years, which belongs to the fourth-level species! On this basis, it has reached the point where it can easily integrate and use the energy in the universe, Shouyuan is not easy to say, it belongs to the fifth-level species! On the basis of covering the fourth-level and fifth-level species, you can arbitrarily control the time and space of the plane, and you can create a universe at will, one thought is born, one thought is destroyed, and it belongs to the sixth-level species! As for the seventh-level species, this kid doesn't know, and he still hopes that his predecessors will make it clear!" Ah Lang bowed to the ground after speaking, and didn't get up for a long time.

"Male doll, what you said is generally good, get up and speak, as for the seventh-level species, this palace knows, but

I won't tell you, but you'll understand!" the woman said softly.

After listening to the woman's words, Ah Lang nodded, and then said, "The kid dares to ask which level the seniors belong to?"

The woman did not answer for a long time, and after being silent for a long time, she was muttering to herself again......

A thousand years of sighs, outside the red dust, the peach source is just right. In the autumn of this world, it is noisy and quiet. Brushing away the dust, it is a paradise. The breeze of the five willows still blows away the glitz of the millennium, that cup of chrysanthemum wine, fragrant through the ages, open at the top of the ink mountain, and lush under the east fence. The long river of the boat year, relying on the autumn even, the heart can be dusty, and the heart is clear.

Qianmo Hongchen Poetry Painting Workshop, the wind pulls the red sleeves. Hanmo Yinhao is secretly fragrant, turning his head empty, and there is no lovesick tears for a short time. Lonely and haunting, plantain wet rain, wind slanting fog river smoke and rain cool. The cave flute is clear water, the geese pass through the country, and the song floats in the pond and sings. In the past, fireworks and willows, Ann is the old look?

Next to the willow bank, on the broken bridge, the three pools of the Wujiang River are printed with the moon, a song of singing Yang; the jade flute is followed, sung through the ages, and the same boat has been crossed for a hundred years, and the dream is also long. Xiao Di tired of kissing the heavenly river, and removing the cold light and breeze. provoked a desolate dance, the green steps sat alone, and the cold condensation was thin. The black cry hoarsely broke the jade flute, boiled fragrant tea, slept when drunk? twisted flowers without a clue, and floated ten miles of incense. Falling to the end of the world, I didn't hear the song of the smoke warbler, and I couldn't help the moon shadow.

The shadow of the dark fragrance fell, and the red sleeves were dry and the twilight was thick. Qingjie is independent, the ancient wood string song, who is it, gently play the flute? Su Jin Liunian, the green wind and green bamboo shadow, the yarn-like petals and the sound of the flute, with the wind. The clouds are light and the water is condensed, the wine is full of bottles, don't ask for love, who else wants to speak, can still hear the fine advice? The jade cup is exquisitely moist, and under the carved corridor bridge, how can you gather duckweed?

The rain falls and the fog is boundless, the white orange and red walls, the thin umbrella and feather fan, separated by tears, and the heart is broken. Dreaming in the rain, asking where is the end of the world? I saw a bay of clear water, a blue leaf, a light boat, two lines of egrets, and a beautiful woman in the middle of the water.

On a bright moonlit night, a vein of fragrant bushes, the embroidered screen interrupts the dream of Xiaoxiang, and the dark fragrance floats. Gazing at the clouds and hidden steps, the butterfly feathers are cherished, the fog locks the bridge and the dream of the bridge, and the wind and moon are strong. The sleeves and the hairpin move, the bead curtain dances and falls on the pandan moon, and the fragrance is fragrant in the red dream. The small bedroom window locks the thrush, the breeze under the mirror, the sound of startling, and the light fan.

Yi shakes the fan and cuts constantly. The red dust is misty and cold, and the shore is thousands of miles away. Cold as the moon, thin as a string. Outside the pavilion, the clear water is even the blue sky, and the sun is set to moor the boat. Tired of walking, difficult to think. A long way to go, lonely and displaced. The stars are a few buckets, the moon has bent, a few strands of silk strings are sad, and the wild cranes are quiet and want to break.

Blue water and blue boat, spring dreams are long. Draw bridges and flowing water, wash away all sorrows. The light rain went upstairs, and the swallows chirped. Ask you a word, the slanting sun paints willows. The twilight is four, and the smoke is soft. The moon is on the window, and the piano and flute are secluded. Purple tent and red candles, incense mullions are dark. The breeze is a little, and the lotus dew in Xiaotang. The red dust of Qianmo, the swaying is exhausted, the four seasons are like songs, and the rhyme of the years is long.

In the dream, the neon dress is looking for the drunken moon, and the geese pass the small building. The return wind and the current are narrated, only the shadow of who stays? A few cool flutes rise, and the reed leaves are full of Tingzhou. Who asks, wandering the world is sorrowful? An ancient door, the door knocker provokes patina, and the plantain provokes the rain and green. The wind provokes the lake and the water is finely broken, the swallow is smoky and willowy, and the butterfly chases the flower. The fan provokes the flow of the sun, and the piano provokes the charm of the strings. Who is it, provoked the red dust, the years are slightly drunk, and people are slightly drunk.

The remnant candle drips and leaks to the lonely light, how can you sleep alone? Half a roll of pen and ink pours the autumn cold, and the candle flame burns the lonely smoke. The rain outside the curtain ripples, the vines and branches are withered and the lotus is also idle, listening to the duckweed chaos, and the red dust is tired. A bottle of turbid wine, the source of sorrow, the dream of flowers. The fog is long under the moon, the wind shadow makes waves, and the light boat is unattended. Overseas Chinese green mountains, twilight forest jackdaws count, the smoke willows of the past are still today? A butterfly, full of paper discrete, red silk umbrella, black and white promises. There are three thousand weak waters, but the love is deep and the wine is shallow, and the dream is drunk and laughing. Have you ever returned to the Foggy River?